TLDR
Good poem from a commenter in HN: When I was three-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
“Put in your forty hours,
Don’t give your soul away.
Hack the Python and the Ruby,
But keep your fancy free.”
But I was twenty three
No use to talk to me.
.
When I was three-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
“The nodes out of the DOM
never do yield without pain.
‘Tis paid with frameworks plenty,
Till your face turns blue.”
And I am four-and-twenty,
And oh, ‘tis true, ‘tis true.